Initially I didnt plan on having any fun. Initially I planned on ignoring Davide the whole night. Initially I planned a lot of things like not going, calling in sick, just telling him that I didnt want to go on the face, telling him about Shane and me, just telling him I wanna be friends, or atleast telling Shane about the so-called date, because I didnt want Nate to tell him before I did. But I didnt get down to doing any of that. Big surprise!

Not telling Shane made me feel guilty and the fact that I was enjoying myself made me feel even more guiltier. I had every intention of telling Shane. Okay, maybe I didnt at first because I thought it would upset him. I knew it would upset him and then he would just tell me to tell everyone the truth or just offer to tell the truth himself. I dont want to tell them at this right now because they'ed be pissed and if I made Shane tell them they'd be even more pissed. But I still did want to tell Shane, really. I didnt really see much of him in school since I didnt have music today, damn. And even if I did have music I think it would have been with Jason so that wont be of much use.

When I was at home I dialled his number a couple of times but could never make myself to press the green button. I met Shane in my back yard though, even if it was for a few minutes and I didnt tell him anything and by looks of it Nate hadnt either which was good. Shane was excited about helping a couple of seniors get a college scholarship for music, he was so happy, so high spirited I didnt want to spoil his mood. I wanted to tell him. I swear, it just seemed too hard and I wasnt too sure what I would tell him, it was ridiculous. I couldnt go, I just couldnt but yet I found myself going and even worse - enjoying myself.

Shoot me, please.

Is it wrong that I had fun because I swear to god I didnt want to, I just wanted to get it over and done with. I even stuck to my plans the first ten minutes. I acted really pissed when he came to pick me up. I said I didnt want dinner and I wasnt hungry hoping that Davide would go away but he didnt, insead he insisted on us going bowling. Whatever, I went. I felt guilty every second that I had fun, and it didnt feel nice. I started conversation with Davide so many times just to tell him the truth or atleast to tell him that I want to be just friends but I never got around to it and I found myself watching Iron Man 2 with him at the second floor theater in the bowling ally.

This wasnt right and I knew it. I had to look behind my back every two seconds to check if Shane was there even though I knew pretty well he was at home. I guess it was just the guilt building a fear inside me, a fear of getting caught.

"I actually had a lot of fun today, Dave." I confessed as we walked out of the theatres.

"Really?" He asked, surprised and happy both at the same time.

"Really." I assured, smiling and walking us towards the car park.

"So...uh you wanna do it again, some time soon?" He asked, hopeful.

I wasnt really paying much attention to what he was saying - like most of the time, because I was too busy trying to remember where I had seen that guy who was staring at me from across the parking lott but his enormous hat was covering most of head and eyes which made it hard for me to even see his face properly. He just kept on staring, not worried that I caught him doing so, camera in his hand.

"So Mitch, what do you think?"

"About...about what?" I asked, turning my attention back to Davide.

"About us?"

"Dave, I had a really great time today and I really enjoy your company but I just wanna be friends." I finally said and boy did I feel releived. I felt like a huge burdan was removed from my chest, felt less guilty for going with him in the first place.

"Just friends?"

"Yeah Dave, just friends. I'm sorry, but I just...I just have a lot of stuff happening right now, ya know? and I.....I dont know, but I wanna be friends." I ended, trying to put on a smile. "Sorry..."

"No no...don't be sorry." He shook his head. "It's okay, Mitch. I-I understand...it's okay."

I felt bad for him.

"I hope we're okay, now? Like before?"

"Yeah...yeah like before." He confirmed.

I smiled, pulling him into a hug. "Great."

"Let's get going."

"Yeah, lets go."

I climbed into his car, smiling that that went well. So no need to tell Shane about anything, phew. When I looked out of the window, remembering the creep who was staring he was gone. Weired.

Today I had my digital camera ready for Nate's second day of school, I put it inside my bag last night just incase I forgot in the morning, knowing me I probably would. I was happy because of three things. Number one - I had Shane's music class today, two - Things worked out fine between Davide and me last night and three - I would take a whole bunch of pictures and annoy the shit out of Nate. Just perfect.

I decided to just grab an apple from the kitchen and run off to Nate's place to get some extra shots of him before we both left for school together. Yes, with me again. See, I told you he enjoys my company. Or was it to save fuel?

"Oh, I didnt know you guys were awake so soon." I said, grabbing an apple from across the table where my parents were sitting at. "See you guys later...I'll be back by 3.30pm with Nate so dont worry, okay?" I smiled, making my way out of the kitchen.

"Mitchie." My dads voice called.

Gosh, not now. Now is not the time to speak, dad. I'm gonna miss my exclusive shots of Nate Gray on the morning before day two of high school if I stop and talk now.

"Yes, dad." I yelled, entering the kitchen again. "I'm in a hurry I have to go to Nates and-"

"That can wait." He said, both mom and him staring at me so intently I thought I might have toothpaste on my shirt.

"But I-"

"What is this, Mitchie?" My mom nearly screamed, waving a pink magazine in the air.

"Umm...a magazine? I don't know....can I just go, I have to-"

Hey, in my defense I was still standing quite far away from them and all I could tell was that it was a magazine, at least I made a good guess.

"Come here, Mitchie. Your mother and I have some talking to do."

"But I'm gonna be late for school, can't this wait?" I moaned as I stomped my way towards the table. I never thought I would ever be so excited to go to school. I guess things change.

"Do you think this can wait?" My mom asked as she stood up form her chair, waving the magazine in the air.

I dont think I had ever seen my mother so mad. I was scared.

Dad held his hand out towards mom to make her calm the hell down. What the heck did that magazine say? I killed my cat? Oh wait...I dont have a cat. At times like this I wonder where the sarcasm comes from.

My eyes widened in shock, surprise, and curiosity as I picked up the issue of Pop informer magazine that my mom had dropped on the kitchen table. I was on the cover. The first thing I noticed was the numerous pictures of me, not the bright yellow text or the picture of Cheryl at the top corner with a quote which I was too dazed to read.

There were so many pictures of me.

What the fuck was happening?

After scanning the front cover for the longest minute of my life, my brain actually started taking in every detail in the cover. I was busted. Everyone knew everything. Everything was out for the world to see. All these days I was being stalked. Wherever I was going, whoever I was seeing was being noted and photograped. Now I knew why that man outside the theatre seemed so familiar I had seen him near the beach house with his fat ass camera. I had seen him multiple times before.

"Would you care to explain why your face is plastered on this magazine with three different guys, Mitchie. Three guys!" My mother yelled again.

My gaze dropped on the magazine again, not believeing that I was on the cover with pictures of Nate, Shane and Davide with me at differnt times.

"Calm down Connie..." My dad cooed. "Mitchie, what is this?" He asked.

I took out the other empty chair in the table and sat down, putting my head into my hands. "I dont know." I replied truthfully. I couldnt believe that I was on the cover of the magazine...out of all the people in the world. Out of all the celebritites me, Mitchie Torres nornal highschool going teenager on one of the biggest magazines in the country.

"Then why are there pictures of you hugging and kissing them, Mitchie? Whats going on?"

I dont know whats going on....duh. If I knew I wouldnt be here shaking my head would I dad? Nooo.

"I dont know.."

"Then why are you in thses pictures, Mitchie? Why does this magazine say you're with all three boys...what is this?"

"I dont know." For the last time, for god's sake.

"You cannot just not know young lady, do you realize that your the talk of the town? Everywhere everyone will want to know what on earth his happening, why two thirds of the Gray brothers are kissing the same girl." My mom said, pointing towards the picture of me and Shane kissing out side the house and another on of me kissing Nate at the beach.

"I'm-"

And then the door bell rings and instantly I know who it is. Its Nate. He probably got pissed waiting for me so came to get me myself. I hope he knew what sort of bad timing he had because my mom was gonna boil him and have him for breakfast.

I could hear Nate's voice asking my mom for me from outiside and then I heard the front door close and footsteps come closer and closer. Shit. Now my mom was gonna sit him down and have this chat in his presence? Just great!

I stared at Nate as he entered the kitchen, my elbow resting on the table and hand on my forhead. He looked at me, giving me the what-the-hell-is-happening look. Rolling my eyes at him I guestred for him to take a seat. Welcome to the crazy train! Maybe you'll have an idea with what the fuck is happening, Nate? Okay, maybe he didnt have an idea of what the hell is actually happening because he looked just normal and now I didnt want him to see the magazine. Well, I wanted for him to see the magazine so that I could see his reaction, but that was what I was kind of scared of.

"Nate, we have a problem here, son. I'm guessing you also have no idea of what his is?" Dad handed the magazine to Nate.

You know those situations where everything is serious, but yet you cannot stop laughing? Well I was in them right now. So far I was scared and confused but now I just wanted to laugh. Laugh at Nates reaction, laugh at what was happening to me. I just wanted to laugh out loud like a lunatic. Thats all I wanted to do.

But I couldn't. Mom would throw a fit.

Nate looked at me and then back at the magazine and then at my parents, dumbfounded.

"Are you seeing Mitchie because no matter whatever we ask her all she has to say is 'I dont know.'"

"No I'm...I'm not..." Nate shook his head, still looking at the magazine and then back at me.

My desire to laugh suddenly dissapeared again. See, I told you I was bipolar. I felt lost and kind of scared with what was going to happen. How was I gonna face everyone? What were they gonna say? How was I gonna face Caity? I had been lying to her the whole time.

"I'm not seeing Mitchie, . Shane is...and all of this.." he pointed towards the magazine. "...Mitchie and Davide are just friends though I know that for a fact, but this magazine, everything in the cover is false, everything." Say what curly haired friend?

Are you like my shadow or mind reader? How did he know all of this?

"Mitchie you're seeing Shane?" Dad asked which was followed by a long silence.

"Yes.." I admitted, not meeting his eyes. I hadnt done anything wrong other than the fact that I hadnt been completelty truthful but yet I felt so bad, so guilty.

Mom slid the magazine towards me, opening it to the cover story, and I just wanted to sink into the ground. It was like a picture scrapbook of the weekend...the whole fucking weekend. I didnt want to see it, not in front of my parents so I closed it, looking at Nate for help.

The only thing that I wanted to keep under wraps was now known by the whole country. My life fucking sucks. I dont know what I was feeling because all I wanted to do was just run up to Caity and the rest of the guys and tell them the truth hoping they didnt know already. I was no longer excited for school, no longer excited for Shanes class, no longer happy that things were good between Davide and me. I just wanted to hide under a rock.

I wanted to see Tess' reaction. Bitch must have been burrrnned seeing this story. Hah, whos seeing Shane Gray now? I know I sound immature but that part was fun, you have to admit right? I wonder how Tess' face must look like now.

And then it hit me. Pictures. There were pictures of Davide and me too, from last night. I shook my head at myself, mentally kicking me. Why didnt I tell Shane that I was going with Davide? Why? What would he be thinking now? Would he think I was seeing Davide behind his back? We were hugging in the picture....just why? Why with me, god? And the whole school...the whole fucking school would know, I'm sure. I dont think I could deal with what the whole school would be thinking, I was too busy thinking about Shane. I just hope he's not mad. Please. Mad Shane is the last thing I need now.

I dont know if I wanted to cry. It would be stupid if I did because now at least I'd become the most recognisable face in America, but I didnt want that if it meant Shane was mad at me. I didnt want that if it meant I would lose Shane. No.

"I've called up my people, the magazine doesnt get to the north and east till the evening, we're trying to stop it." Dad assured. Well at least there were some perks of being rich and haveing a bussiness empire.

"I dont think that will srop them, ." Nate interuppted.

Well, thanks there buddy all my hope goes down the drain.....again.

"This is the paparrazzi we are talking about - the media. They wont stop at nothing and now with Cheryls interview in the magazine this could be the biggest story since Justin and Britney."

"Whos Cheryl?" Mom asked, maing me remember she was still in the same room. One second shes screaming and the next shes all quiet, and now I know where my bipolarness came from. Thanks mom.

"Shanes crazy bitch ex-girlfriend." I replied and everyone started at me.

"Mitchie.." Mom chose to use her stern voice on me now.

Sorry, mother.

"Shes Shanes ex-girlfriend." Nate said in more appropriate terms.

"And she has what to do with this?" Dad asked.

"Everything...the whole story is made by her. She sent the photographers, she told the magazine, she gave the interview, she made the story." Nate said, a little frustratedly.

There was no story though. Fuck Cheryl. If I said I disliked her earlier I would fucking shove a gun down her throught if I saw her right now. I didnt even read the stupid interview but apparently Nate had found the time sitting here in this room filled with nothing but thick thension to find out that Cheryl Woodcoff had sent the fucking paparazzi after me ever since that first day Shane and me were caught together. I've been stalked for two fucking weeks! I must be pretty dumb to not have notcied that or they must have been fucking smart. Bitch I tell you. A complete bitch is what the hell she is, going on in her interview about how Shane was seeing me for two months staright after he got to Miami while he still hadnt broken up with her. Calling Shane a lying cheater. Well, bitch. News flash - the only lying cheater in this story is you and you dont even have a part in our lives. Fucking lying bitch. And these magazines actually believed her releasing this shit.

According to Pop Informer Magazine I'm Shanes girlfriend, but Nate loves me so I'm friends with benefits with him and am cheating on the both of them with my 'childhood sweetheart' Davide. Childhood sweetheart my ass. I;ve only known Davide for like a year, thanks. Get your facts staright first.

"What am I going to do?" I asked myself, my head in my hands again.

"You're not going to do anything, Mitchie. You're going to go to school like every other normal day and lead your life like it was when you woke up in the morning. What do you know? Maybe no one at school even has a clue..." My dad said, hopeful, but I knew that wasnt possible. God wasnt so kind on me.

"Yeah Mitch, Im sure no one even knows and when we go to school you can tell everybody and it will be okay."

This isnt one of those corny hollywood movies where everything turns out okay, Nate.

"Nothings gonna be okay...what if someone tries to kill me?" Ridiculous though, but possible. Hey, you cant blame a girl for caring for her life, here.

"Don't be foolish no one is going to want to kill you or will try to, Mitchie." Dad assured.

"Mitchie I know what you're worried about, but trust me nothing is gonna happen and even if someone does try to kill you, I dont think Shane will allow that but if he does I'll be sure to help you....you know me loving you and all acording to this article." He tried joking but failed big time. Not the time for humour, Gray.

Dad tried laughing a little at Nates remark, just to lighten the mood but the sound of mom clearing her throught just made the situation so much more worse. She wouldnt trust me ever again, never.

"I dont wanna go to school." I whined just like a kid. I didnt want to go..I wanted to tell everyone eveything but I didnt want to face the whole world. I knew what sort of hate the Gray girlfriends got, and I didnt want that.

"Mitchie..." My dad started. He had that tone that I recognised so well. The tone that said you;re not winning this conversation. "Like I told you...you have to go on with your life. You cant run away like this. You are responsible for your actions"

"I know I am..but I cant"

"Yes you can Mitchie." Nate encouraged. "What are you afraid of? Caity? Our friends? They wont be mad, trust me. And about the rest of the school, you shouldnt worry about people who have no importance in your life, they'll be gossiping for one day, two days, three days and then they'll get bored...trust me I know."

"C'mon now, I'll drop you kids off to school." Dad said, smiling a little as he got up.

"You said to act normal. You dont drive me to school every day, dad. Thats not normal. Thats uncool." I tried smiling.

"Thats my girl. And no one has even called you asking about it, I'm sure no on even knows...now be the fearless person I know you are and everything will be fine."

No actually I'm not as fearless as you think I am dad. I'm scared of the girls at school who'll probably be ready to rip my hair out, scared that Caity will be upset with me, Justin will give Shane a black eye, and ohh yeah...mom looks like the last person I need to talk to right now. I thought she liked Shane and dad didnt, why is she so mad? Oh yeah...because I didnt tell them. Duh.

"This conversation isnt over thought Mitchie. You have a lot of explaining to do when you're back from school." Mom warned. Maybe I wont even come out alive from school, who knows, mom?

The drive to school was silent, but I was waiting for Nate to say something, anything, but he said nothing, absolutely nothing which either meant that he was also mad at me or he just wanted to give me time to think.

"Do you think I'd be charged for murder if I had a valid reason?" I asked Nate, finally breaking the silence.

"What?" He asked, turning his head towards me, eyes wide.

"Hah!" I yelled. "Gotcha! Now look who has their eyes away from the road.."

"You're crazy..."

"What will I do Nate?" I moaned as we approached the school. We were already late. First period would be over anytime soon, but the school didnt look any different from outside. There were no screaming gilrs ready to kill or banners saying 'we hate Mitchie', nothing. Everything seemed too normal.

"You dont have to do anything Mitchie you havent commited a sin, for christ shake, so what you have a boyfriend whos a rockstar, get over it."

"Gee thanks, Nate." I scoffed, dragging my feet out of the car. "Are you mad at me?"

He looked at me like he was ready to give me a long rant but instead sighed and said "No, I'm not mad."

"Really?"

"Yes, now can we go because we have to go and find Shane and tell him about what Cheryl did. Dudes phones off because hes in class, we have to find him before second period starts."

The empty corridoors and ongoing classs behind the closed doors made me sigh in relief. Everything was normal. Nothing had changed although I was surprised to see the school so peaceful, with no one waiting around for Nates arrival. I guess the star power is wairing off or people are just busy with their classes or they were just busy hounding my locker because by the time Nate and I walked up the hallway there was a huge group of people circling my locker as if there was a diamond stuck to it. As we went closer to it I recognised what was drawing so much attention to it. One word was graffitted on it.

Slut.

That hurt, I must agree, but when I first saw the crowd I was expecting something similar. I guess they did read the magazine after all, or was it just those few people? I dont know but they were all gossiping, whispering to each other staring at eachother, staring at my dear locker, magazine in hand, reading line by line like it was The queen of Englands will, seriously. They were so dumb. Did they really think I was playing with Shane, Nate and Davide all at the same time? Like, seriously people?

"Wha-" I looked back from my locker to Nate who was in the process of dragging me away from there.

"Noo...What the fuck have they done to my locker, Nate? I'm not just standing here." I announced, making my way towards the crowd. I dont know where I suddenly got all this courage from because I was clearly out numbered and I just wanted to put an end to the show, but before I could even take a few more steps closer I found Nate dragging me away from there.

"What the fuck, dude?" I asked Nate as he brought me to the stairs before anyone could see me. "Did you see what they did to my locker?"

"Well, atleast now the scared Mitchie is gone." He smiled in satisfaction pointing a finger towards me. "You cannot go there though." He spoke each word one by one like I was a baby. "Obviously things are not going as we hoped, everyone most likely knows or will definately know after this period finishes. We need to find Shane, hurry up."

Shane, my accomplice in everything, I almost forgot about him. If he wasnt who he is then I wouldnt be going through what I am today, I'm not complaining because I know this isnt even the begining. I'm not being bitched at, I'm not being hated at (which I can see will change very soon), people arent threatening me, I'm not being called a famewhore, I'm not being photographed everywhere I go (okay, maybe I was, but I didnt know about it.) I havent even gotten 5% of what I knew I would be getting. Shane on the other hand was most probably oblivious to what drama had unfolded this morning, what his crazy girlfriend lied about. I didnt know if he'd be mad at me for going out with Davide last night, and I also wasnt too sure he'd be mad at Cheryl. He liked her too much.

I was anxious to meet him. I felt like he was the only person I needed right now - the only person who could make things right. After seeing the state of my locker, being parctically called a three timing bitch by Hollywoods leading lady and magazine and a slut at my own school, Shane seemed like the only person that could make me feel alright, that could atleast make me feel less miserable, less bitchy.

I am human after all and it does hurt when things which arent even true are just assumed and written about you to be believed by millions.

"Hey...guys." Shane half-smiled as Nate and I entered his classroom while the bell rang, students leaving in piles. Shane didnt expect us to be there, we didnt even have his class till fifth period and I dont really talk to him in school. Half of of the students left the classroom still staring back at us and seeing Shane I confirmed he knew nothing.

"Shane.." I whispered, running upto him, wrapping my arms around his stomach, my head digging into his chest. I felt like I was about to cry, there were tears that were ready to explode but I didnt want that. I think the tears were a symbol of the fear I had. The fear of everyone being agaisnt me, the fear of everyone hating me, the fear of my parents forbidding me from seeing Shane, the fear of losing Shane.

He pulled his arms around my back, holding me into him, confused, but scared to ask what was wrong. He knew I woulndt just come meet him after class, and definately not with Nate behind me. "Are you okay?" He asked, in a concerned but soothing voice, his hands stroking my hair. I knew a couple of students who were late leavig the classroom saw our embrace, but what the hell. If the whole fucking world is gonna find out might as well not ide it anymore.

"Mitchie.." He asked again, louder. I heard the classroom door close and Nate sigh.

"They know."

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first of all im reallyy sorry for the late update! i had writers block for this and this was a hard chapter to write because it was the revealation...what do u guys think? Everyone knows nowww! Cheryls been on to them the whole time, the media has to, they just didnt expect it.

What will Shane do? What will mitchie do? What will her parents decision on the whole thing be?

Its 4am here and i didnt wanna keep u guys waiting any longer so im not even sending this off to my lovely beta, so forgive me for the mistakes pleaseee...

Let me know what you think, how come nates not mad? what will caity dooo?

sorry about not having much of shane in the last 2 chapters but I promise there will be shane shane and lotss of him in the next and upcomming chapters :D

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